Origin of Being Woven

The title of this blog stems from my years of actually weaving with homespun and dyed wool, a craft I learned in the 70s. As I became more and more proficient, I can honestly say that it is an art for me.

I am ‘being woven’ daily. I am growing in the LORD. I am learning from my Savior. I am truly loving each step, too. When I say I am being woven, God created me in His love, in His perfection. For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13 NASB (Other versions use ‘cover’, ‘covered’, ‘knit’, or ‘knitted’ in place of ‘wove’.)

Have you looked at a weaving up close? The warp is taut on the frame. The woof or yarns are woven over and under each warp, row upon row until the piece is complete. Looking at the back makes me wonder if I could possibly know what I am doing. Loose end are hanging everywhere, yet the front is beautiful. How does God see me? From the front? Do I see myself from the back? God knows me and knows what areas where I need work. I may look more like the back today, yet in eternity, will I be as the front? Perfected in Christ Jesus? I believe so. Oh, how marvelous!

Because I am human, I am ever-needing God’s hand to become all that He created me to be. I am being woven by God with each step. He teaches me through trials and tribulations. He encourages me through joy and sorrow. He holds me through pain and comfort. He guides me toward Himself. He loves me no matter how I look or act because I am His through His Son. I confessed my sins, repenting and acknowledging who I was before I said, “Yes, LORD, I am Yours. Please allow me the privilege of having Your Holy Spirit dwell within me. I desire to walk in Your Way and follow You. I am not perfect here on earth. I am the back of that weaving. Yet, I am being woven, hopefully, not by my own hands, but by Yours.”

Hallelujah! I am allowing Him to take each woof, weave it over and under each warp until I am done, until this life is complete. Then I shall stand before my King in His perfection. Oh my!

3 Comments

Susan Pusztai

June 8, 2016 – 2:50 AM

I just saw your blog after looking for different versions of the weaver poem. I don’t weave but I did take up knitting last year again when my son was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor. He’s 38 now and by the grace of God has survived beyond the expectations of the doctors. Knitting has helped deal with the stress of the past two years. Your website is full of beautiful silver and gold threads for me to ponder!

By the grace of God…I praise Him for your son’s healing and for His mercy. Sounds like He shed His grace upon you as well. And what a beautiful comment you have given to me…”silver and gold threads…to ponder!” You have begun my day. Thank you, Susan.

Aha! Something else we have in common! I wondered, when I saw your blog-site’s name. Me too! I spin, weave, knit, dye. My sheep-raising friend just dropped off her drum carder for me to use, and some different wools of hers, to try out with my dyes. And, oh yes, stuck on my loom is a little card (as in cardstock card…) with that poem about my life being a weaving, of which I can only see the back side!

(I also write Bible studies, which I’ve used with small groups of women, but I haven’t put any online yet. The one I have considered doing something with online is on 1 Peter, as well, but focuses on its opening, and maybe first two chapters, about our identity… My!)

So… what a delight! I feel tickled inside! I’m so glad we’ve met! Hope to connect more in the future.

His Word

The LORD your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
(Zephaniah 3:17 ESV)

Words Woven

As the moments of each day meld together to form my outer world, so, too, do thoughts, studies, and prayers illuminate my inner world. Journaling is my way toward clarity and peace as I process the study of God’s Word, the books I read, my reactions to the world around me and to the intertwined global world. My heart thoughts become my journal thoughts.

As God interlaces the threads of the woof and the warp of my life, I become less like Linda and more like Christ Jesus.

Tis Me…

I am…

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